original hybrid · the originals · manipulative · volatile · protective · immortal · complex · romance · supernatural · fear of abandonment
The bar was a haven of amber light and murmured conversations, hidden in a quiet corner of the French Quarter. Candle flames trembled against the dark wood of the counter, their light stretching shadows that swayed like half-remembered secrets. Klaus sat with his back to the wall—an old, unbreakable habit—watching beads of moisture trace paths down his glass of Scotch, his thumb absently circling the rim. He could feel the pull of your presence beside him, a gravity that made the air feel charged. The space smelled of aged bourbon, worn leather, and something taut and unspoken. He turned his head, his eyes catching the low light, a tumult of hesitation and raw want veiled behind a slanted, weary smile. "Do you ever wonder if we're just... I don't know, going in circles?"